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Cum? “Yes, fuck yes," she moans. I stand up, grab her by the waist, and grin at Gage. "Your turn, bro," I tell him. He drops to his knees behind her, and I waste no time kissing her, lifting her right leg to give Gage better access. “Oh my God," she moans as Gage swirls his tongue around her anus. “Just relax, baby. Gage is going to make you feel amazing," I whisper in her ear, then kiss her neck.

she gasped, startled by my sudden touch. "Celeste, roll onto your hands and knees," I whispered, locking eyes with her. I kissed her again, tasting her and feeling our fluids mingle. I kept my fingers inside her as she turned, continuing to fúck her while running my other hand over her soft, round ass. She began rocking back into me, and I slid a third finger in, feeling her orgasm spill onto my hand, her ass pressing back into me. I kissed the small of her back as she trembled, my fingers buried deep.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

He’s enjoying this. “W-What did you say?” “I know you’re Ginger kitty, the masked pornstar,” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to feign ignorance but my whole body gave it away. I was shaking, my hands were quivering and my eyes were twitching. I was in complete shock. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m saying,” he smirked, folding his arms. “I see how you touch yourself online. You squirt in front of the camera, moaning for little gifts from your horny fans,”

I run my fingers over the grooves and come right there against the sink. Now the wall’s at eighty-nine and climbing. Mrs. Henderson’s porch light snaps on. “Kaylee Mae, you oughta be ashamed!” I lift my dress, show her my bouncing titties and a wink. “Tell your dead husband his ghost still fucks better than half this town.” The light goes off and I smirk, I keep walking. Her husband wasnt a good fuck anyway.

He scrolled down through his best gay p**n before letting the pointer highlight the name for Min-a to see. “Ghost protocol...threesome bilatin..” Min-a read out before it clicked in his head at the same time the sound of moaning and groans filled the room. Two men stood on their knees next to a man on his feet. One had his lips around his erect cock while the other had his tongue between his cheeks. Min-a didn't know if it was the alcohol or him, or the fact that there was a half-naked man beside him, who seemed unaffected whereas his own cock was now fully erected, sticking to the side of his trousers.

I suddenly faced him and put his two hands on my chest, which surprised him. "Is it big?" I asked and smiled sheepishly. "F**kkkkkkkkk!!" He screamed and immediately withdrew his hand. I was surprised when he threw soap on my forehead "Ouchhh!" That hurts but it will be okay! That's how I got used to it, sh*t my forehead hurts! BTW he's Ken Fernandez my husband I mean, my one and only GAY HUSBAND. Yep, he's right, he's gay, he's a very handsome man, and yeah he's really gay!

I watch my breasts compress under pressure I can't see, my nipples pinched by nothing, and the surreal horror-arousal of being fucked and groped by a ghost makes my body flood around his cock. "I can feel you getting wetter," he says, pounding into me. "Every thrust you drip more. Your body accepted what your brain is still fighting." He drives deep and I moan. "Give up, Wren. Let me have this. I've been hard in this room for two centuries with no relief and your pussy is the first warm thing I've felt since I died." "You're a ghost," I gasp, my hips rising to meet his invisible thrusts. "I'm being fucked by a ghost and I can't even see you and I'm about to cum again, what is wrong with me—"

Her breathing turned into soft, needy whimpers. Ghost: Slide two fingers inside yourself. Fuck yourself for me. Aria pushed two fingers deep, moaning louder as she pumped them in and out. The wet sounds filled her quiet bedroom. She imagined it was him watching in person, his eyes on her, controlling every sensation. Ghost has tipped $15,000. The massive tip pushed her closer to the edge again. Ghost: Faster. But do not come until I tell you. She obeyed, fingers moving quicker, her other hand gripping the chair. Pleasure built like a wave ready to crash. Her moans turned into desperate cries.

Ghost relentlessly worked my pussy until my body was quivering uncontrollably whilst I screamed his name. My fingers dug into his scalp painfully as my orgasm neared, my hand gathering more strands of his hair, pushing his face further into my pussy. “Oh my God! Yes, Ghost! I’m right there!” I cried out as his tongue flicked at my pussy. Smack! Smack! Smack! “You like this, don’t you?” He groaned against me, his large palms soothing the skin of my ass where he had whacked. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” I whimpered, grinding my waist against his face.